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02-02-2013, 03:09 PM
Samurai X's Verse:
Ya races' got me confused, see what I dont know is, Bran..
I cant tell if you're Puerto Rican or just Albino with a tan/
Brans a hopeless fake, Do the math and we'll know your fate/
I'll post 36 lines so the other 170 bones wont break/
My flow is known to take cats out and slay ya illest letters/
Seems my Doc's right cuz Bran does make my shit look better/
Ya tired styles confused for 'Sco, you aint as dope as Babbage/
Seems under ya eyes' where you keep your emotional baggage/
Ima slay this fag swiftly, and make him pray to hang with me/
Could say Ima Handle B.. Cuz across his Face's where my hand'll be!
Im hot w/ scripts,Dope's not in ya veins, you're the opposite/
I tested ya blood for wackness and the results 'B'...Positive.
stompin' kids, With raw hits, my hooks'll have ya jaw split..
Slapped ya right cheek so hard the left one shows the palm print/
Def slipped & crossed the threads, it seems kinda awful when..
Instead of an MC, I gotta battle a preteen Ross from Friends/
Ls're how ya battles often end 'n this ones no different see/
Sam X is spittin' rhymes.. Brandon'll leave spittin' teeth.
Im rippin B, predictably,I already know what ya postin next/
If ya half as wack as I think you'll have 'bout 2 jokes with "X"/
Ima hurt this vet who'll prolly diss my turtleneck/
if practice makes perfect-then B's got eons 'til he learns to dress/
What im yearnin to know's "How you get ya wack verses to flow?"..
When all the skill you HAD've tapered off worse than ya nose/
jabs or billy clubs, Shit.. my uncertainty shows/
But ya grill gets 'rocked either way' like reversible clothes/
Ya weak in text,Bran'll get abused if he tryna speak to X/
Fag'll get herbed so long he'll turn into a seasoned vet/
I dont believe ya rep, Cats say ya dope,I dont see a reason yet/
Ima strangle ya wit ya chain..but it doesnt seem to need the help/
X'll seize the belt, its time you lost and ya nearin ya fate/
Cuz your vote count'll be less'n the total of hairs on ya face/
Deny this cat life cuz it seems Bran's skills at rap's wack/
This battles Daytona '00 the way #3 got killed at the track/
Last opponent got lucky, but ya fam'll be sobbin for nights/
Espi only got robbed for votes..You're gettin' robbed for ya life!
~!X!~
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Brandon's Verse:
Sam is so clean with his game, he's never out to fail
nevermind...i thought we were talkin' about Cassell
if you act cocky, im'a take ya girl n' serve you real
then build her a fuckin' house with your nerves of steel
i was broswin' ya pic, findin' ways to put burns in ya ego
well wouldn't ya know, MMx has returned as a negro
I wanna throw X in the air so bad, I can't shake the thought
so I merced the Ruff Ryders for tryin' to take my job
your dame is god awful, but im'a still open the legs...
KY? naaa, i'm good for an hour with one stroke of ya face
the smokin' ya gave Espi could never touch up mine
but you should talk to his barber, 'cuz you both fuck up lines
speakin' of hair, are you wearin' a jacket or a damn hoody?
i confused your girl for a mall, so i ran up in Sam's goody
ur dark as fuck with goofy ears, it all fits properly man...
i'm hostin' Def's tourney, you hosted Def Comedy Jam
honestly Sam, who can you trust? let me offer clues kid
my child is the inspiration for Nas' new shit
Now if Sam's show was still airin, i'd write this nerd a threat
"Dear Carlton, you're wack, now lose the turtleneck"
in hide n' seek, Sam's the man when he hides about
'cuz he can disappear when he closes his eyes n' mouth
a Samurai's a Japanese warrior, so i'm confused....
oh wait, now i remember how they put night to use
strapped Sam to the nose of the plane, then started gunnin
which is why we never saw Pearl Harbor comin
brandon's blazin'? yea...and i got'cha shook n' disturbed
Sam's on fire? yea...then he was put out and took his picture
this bitch herb failed high school, and he failed the 8th too
so take those pics off the wall, we know ya family hates you
Manute Bol, u'll get chewed whole if ya step in the cypher
but i don't know if i really wanna mess with the sniper
you wanna battle with honor? then i'll snap ya, fam...
now you can die with your stripes on like Jam Master Jam
...whoa
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Ya races' got me confused, see what I dont know is, Bran..
I cant tell if you're Puerto Rican or just Albino with a tan/
Brans a hopeless fake, Do the math and we'll know your fate/
I'll post 36 lines so the other 170 bones wont break/
My flow is known to take cats out and slay ya illest letters/
Seems my Doc's right cuz Bran does make my shit look better/
Ya tired styles confused for 'Sco, you aint as dope as Babbage/
Seems under ya eyes' where you keep your emotional baggage/
Ima slay this fag swiftly, and make him pray to hang with me/
Could say Ima Handle B.. Cuz across his Face's where my hand'll be!
Im hot w/ scripts,Dope's not in ya veins, you're the opposite/
I tested ya blood for wackness and the results 'B'...Positive.
stompin' kids, With raw hits, my hooks'll have ya jaw split..
Slapped ya right cheek so hard the left one shows the palm print/
Def slipped & crossed the threads, it seems kinda awful when..
Instead of an MC, I gotta battle a preteen Ross from Friends/
Ls're how ya battles often end 'n this ones no different see/
Sam X is spittin' rhymes.. Brandon'll leave spittin' teeth.
Im rippin B, predictably,I already know what ya postin next/
If ya half as wack as I think you'll have 'bout 2 jokes with "X"/
Ima hurt this vet who'll prolly diss my turtleneck/
if practice makes perfect-then B's got eons 'til he learns to dress/
What im yearnin to know's "How you get ya wack verses to flow?"..
When all the skill you HAD've tapered off worse than ya nose/
jabs or billy clubs, Shit.. my uncertainty shows/
But ya grill gets 'rocked either way' like reversible clothes/
Ya weak in text,Bran'll get abused if he tryna speak to X/
Fag'll get herbed so long he'll turn into a seasoned vet/
I dont believe ya rep, Cats say ya dope,I dont see a reason yet/
Ima strangle ya wit ya chain..but it doesnt seem to need the help/
X'll seize the belt, its time you lost and ya nearin ya fate/
Cuz your vote count'll be less'n the total of hairs on ya face/
Deny this cat life cuz it seems Bran's skills at rap's wack/
This battles Daytona '00 the way #3 got killed at the track/
Last opponent got lucky, but ya fam'll be sobbin for nights/
Espi only got robbed for votes..You're gettin' robbed for ya life!
~!X!~
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Brandon's Verse:
Sam is so clean with his game, he's never out to fail
nevermind...i thought we were talkin' about Cassell
if you act cocky, im'a take ya girl n' serve you real
then build her a fuckin' house with your nerves of steel
i was broswin' ya pic, findin' ways to put burns in ya ego
well wouldn't ya know, MMx has returned as a negro
I wanna throw X in the air so bad, I can't shake the thought
so I merced the Ruff Ryders for tryin' to take my job
your dame is god awful, but im'a still open the legs...
KY? naaa, i'm good for an hour with one stroke of ya face
the smokin' ya gave Espi could never touch up mine
but you should talk to his barber, 'cuz you both fuck up lines
speakin' of hair, are you wearin' a jacket or a damn hoody?
i confused your girl for a mall, so i ran up in Sam's goody
ur dark as fuck with goofy ears, it all fits properly man...
i'm hostin' Def's tourney, you hosted Def Comedy Jam
honestly Sam, who can you trust? let me offer clues kid
my child is the inspiration for Nas' new shit
Now if Sam's show was still airin, i'd write this nerd a threat
"Dear Carlton, you're wack, now lose the turtleneck"
in hide n' seek, Sam's the man when he hides about
'cuz he can disappear when he closes his eyes n' mouth
a Samurai's a Japanese warrior, so i'm confused....
oh wait, now i remember how they put night to use
strapped Sam to the nose of the plane, then started gunnin
which is why we never saw Pearl Harbor comin
brandon's blazin'? yea...and i got'cha shook n' disturbed
Sam's on fire? yea...then he was put out and took his picture
this bitch herb failed high school, and he failed the 8th too
so take those pics off the wall, we know ya family hates you
Manute Bol, u'll get chewed whole if ya step in the cypher
but i don't know if i really wanna mess with the sniper
you wanna battle with honor? then i'll snap ya, fam...
now you can die with your stripes on like Jam Master Jam
...whoa
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